Chu Xingchen finished speaking and fixed his gaze on Wukong.
Holding the information Jade Slip, Wukong rose straight to his feet.
"This humble monk understands. Thank you, Sect Leader Chu. If I hear anything, I will inform you. I will trouble you all no further."
Chu Xingchen nodded lightly. Wukong seemed sensible enough now, so he changed his overbearing tone.
"Since you're here, have a cup before you go. Yingling, don't stand at the door either. Come in."
Hearing this, Li Yingling walked in from the corridor outside the hall, carrying the tea.
She had arrived a little earlier, but the situation inside had seemed off. Barging in might have disrupted her Master's words, so Li Yingling had waited outside for a while.
She had merely let a little of her aura show, enough for her Master to notice her presence without having to pay particular attention.
Chu Xingchen did not ask Li Yingling to pour the tea.
She was his own disciple, not a tea attendant. When they were among their own, there were not so many rules and restraints, so it did not matter.
Li Yingling was a Nascent Soul Realm cultivator now, with something of a reputation outside.
Compared with maintaining his authority as her Master, Chu Xingchen cared more about his own disciple.
Chu Xingchen took the teapot from Li Yingling, walked over to Wukong himself, and picked up a cup from the tea set beside him to pour him some.
Wukong pressed his palms together in thanks before lifting the cup and drinking it down in one swallow.
The instant it slipped down his throat, warmth and comfort began to spread slowly throughout his body.
Wukong was momentarily stunned. At first, he had thought this was probably nothing good. Even if there was no scheme